Eazy-E:
killa, killa, killa, killa 

Eazy-E:
Black nigga killa. Hate brought death around the block as a hollow point bust 
through the punk's back. Raisin' Cain, feel no pain as I penetrate. Nigga five 
deep as I strike at a quick pace. I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my 
mind so my soul is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 
'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A 30.06 with the 
scope I make a skinhead brain bust all across the West Coast. Muthafuckas 
catchin' heat as I bring anger, and release more danger from my chamber. The 
evil in my blood is possessed, so I creep low from the back slow and push lead 
through that nigga's flesh. Ain't no hope when every nigga wants to be the 
nine-milla, on the trigger, the black nigga killa. 

Krayzie:
We be the mighty warrior. Black nigga killa, what's up? You ready to die? You 
think you can fuck with them thug niggas? Come on, tell me the truth, nigga. 
Look in my eyes. Bitch, we get live. Bone thugs-n-harmony, nigga--Cleveland's 
thuggish ruggish niggas still down with the thug shit. Buck, buck, bust. Let 
'em know we still run this bitch just like an assassin. Say, nigga, we nice but 
can get nasty. Get into war, what else can it be? Nigga, you know what we came 
here for. You know, when we shot through the door, my niggas was serious, 
playin no jokes. Just 'cause I'm a rapper, you thought it's for show? Okay 
nigga let's see if this a real fo'-fo'. You thought we was studio, saw us on 
video, seen us in person so here we go [here we go]. What is your problem? Here 
come the bullets, better dodge 'em. I sneaks up behind, so I'm fuckin' with 
killas. Nigga, don't make me kill ya. Got a bodybag for any you bitches 
thinkin' you realer. 

Wish:
Since, we some killers for sure [sure], hit 'em up, hit 'em hard, if you ready 
to roll. Niggas out tryin' to fuck with us, but I'm givin' you one 
warnin'--that's a no-no. 'Cause I got what you need if you are ready to die, to 
die, to die. Nigga, bye bye. Shots might be fired. Yep. Everybody gon' run? 
Naw. Shootin' at me? Better hit me or one day . Fire! Here I come, come. And 
you don't wanna see. We like that [that], 'cause everybody pack guns, but Bone 
go pap pap. Really just out for the money, ya'll. Really won't hurt none of 
y'all, but playas went too far so I say, "Fuck y'all. Fuck y'all, y'all, y'all 
haters. All, y'all, y'all, y'all haters." 

Eazy-E:
killa, killa, killa, killa. 

Flesh-n-Bone:
I'm servin' these bitches daily. I'm a black nigga killa--that's what you can 
label me. Unfadable, see? You don't really wanna fuck with us. You can't touch 
us. You ain't able. Rest in peace. Flesh creep and sneak with a streetsweeper. 
Niggas don't ever know what hit 'em. I split 'em and snatch they soul like the 
Reaper. Have you ever seen a killer, dressed in a trench coat, sold over a 
hundred pounds? Rollin', downin' a fifth of Rose when I stroll, and who wanna 
fuck with me now? Lay 'em all down when I creep through your town and clown. I 
bet you feela this nigga behind the trigger, clack back. Stack, that black 
nigga killa. 

Layzie:
['Cause dyin' be easy.] Nigga, you know what Bone be sayin'. Rollin' with big 
guns, ain't no playin', stayin' down for the murda mo', slayin'. Aw, shit. Just 
to let you know, man, that 187 for realer. We black nigga killas and down to 
ride for E [E]. He'd a ride for me, and that's the way it's gon' be: N.W.A, 
nigga B-O-N-E. All around the world, most dangerous groups, marchin' like 
troops. Lace your boots, be ready to shoot, 'cause if you ain't then a bullet 
might hit you. Picture yourself in a coffin--so stiff and cold, full of 
formaldehyde. Better scatter, dodge 'fore this bullet lodged in your ass, 
simply for the cash. Been around the world, seen so many faces and so many 
places. Aced this game, while they try to erase this daily basis. Gimme my 
space, shit, show me some love, though. Just pump your fist in the air and 
holler, "Mo!" Could you do me that? And I'll hit you back. Little nigga just 
wanna know where my thugs at. Some at the track on the back. Oh, yes, some 
niggas on corner 'r
ound sellin that crack. Some of my thugs grave long gone, lot of my niggas' at 
home playin' Bone. Could they rest in peace? My niggas sleep. Makaveli, Biggie 
Smalls, and Eazy-E. T-Rock got shot [T-Rock got shot]. Lord bless his city 
[bless his city] thats why [why I] shoot, shoot 'em up. Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em 
up. Shoot, shoot 'em up. Shoot 'em up, always [nigga], always. That's why I 
shoot 'em up. 

Eazy-E:
killa, killa, killa, killa.